Solby One Shots ✔

2.Sick

Sam's pov

"Sam?" Colby whispered and gently knocked on the door.
"Hmmf..." I groaned and turned around beneath my covers.
"It's almost 12pm. What are you doing? Don't tell me you're still asleep."

"Go away, Colby," I mumbled and pulled the duvet over my head. I couldn't deny it, I was sick. Like really sick, probably the flu or some horrible virus. But today was not the time for that, because we had to do the video for our channel ,because we were running late it was already Saturday . And I couldn't let the fans down. And not to mention, Colby. I had to do it, even though I would probably die in the attempt.

"You have to get up soon, Sam." He knocked harder on the door, making my eyes jump open in surprise.
I looked at myself in the reflection of my phone. I couldn't let Colby know I was sick. He would not allow me to make this video , especially because we would talk pretty much in this. But God, I looked terrible. My head was pounding really badly and my body was aching all over. I probably looked like someone who haven't slept in a hundred years.

"Coming," I muttered and unsteady swung my legs over the edge of my bed. This was not my day.
I heard Colby walk away from the door and I slowly rose from the bed to find some comfortable clothes to wear, which happened to be the biggest hoodie I could find and some sweatpants.

"You okay?" Coby asked and wrinkled his forehead at me when I entered the lounge.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just fucking tired and someone woke me up," I said and managed to make a fake yawn followed by a fake smile. I quickly turned my face away from him. If he got the chance to look at me for a longer time he could guess I was lying.
"I'm going to make a drink. Want something? Tea? Coffee?" Colby asked and moved his laptop away.

"Coffee please. Thank you," I said quickly and tried to hold back a cough. Colby smiled and went to the kitchen area.
After drinking the coffee I just laid down in one of the lovesacks and closed my eyes , resting them because of my headache.
"I'll go get some stuff for the video. We need some other stuff too." Colby said walking around me to find his phone, keys, and wallet.

"Wanna come too or are you staying there and sleep a bit longer ?"Colby asked smirking down at me.
"Hmm, no I'm staying ..." i breathed and he took at step closer before he quickly placed his lips on mine. I didn't want to kiss him back properly because of my rising fever, but it only made Colby stare strangely at me. I gave him a wide smile to cover up for it and hurried out and into the bathroom before he began asking questions.

"I'll be back soon!" he shouted through the house and I heard the front door close.
After taking a pis I placed myself on the couch and pressed my body as far into it as possible, making myself comfortable. But it was hard because I felt so bad.

I switched on the TV, trying to distract myself. It only worked for like 10 seconds before my stomach began to turn around.
"Are you kidding..." I murmured as the nausea started to get to me and my mouth watered. Nope, I couldn't do this. I got up from my position on the couch and walked towards the bathroom. I had to run the last two steps to reach the toilet in time. I knelt in front of the bowl just to be violently sick.

"Oh god..." I slurred and closed my eyes, while I literally hugged the toilet. I gagged a couple of times, but they were only false alarms, and prayed to God that Colby wouldn't walk in on me right now. Small pearls of sweat were forming on my forehead. I was seriously ill and just the thought of two hours of filming and a life show afterwards was enough to make me cry.

"Just let me, die..." I whined into the toilet and closed my eyes hard together. I moved a bit and leaned my back against the amazingly cold tiles on the bathtub. It felt like my skin was on fire.
After I caught my breath I decided to get up and go to my bed instead. Colby could be home any second and if he saw me like this he would definitely know I was ill.